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Now, I ain’t judgin’—shit, I get it. Some girls choose it, some don’t. What pisses me off? The johns who think they own ‘em. Motherfucker, you’re payin’ for time, not a soul! I saw this dude once, big gut, bigger ego—yellin’ at her like she’s trash. Wanted to clock him, but I’m no hero. Just kept walkin’, mutterin’ “Day by day, it’s over,” like in *Turin Horse*. That decay’s real, man—society’s rottin’ from the inside.

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By the time I got back home, I was exhausted. I flopped onto my couch and thought about the day. It was a rollercoaster, for sure. I laughed, I got annoyed, I felt proud. Halstead, you crazy little town, you’ve got my heart.

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